Harry Styles Imagines

(99) - food swap

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"I hope you brought what I asked, frog.", Olivia smiled at him as Harry smirked and lifted the box up.

"Yas.", he replied as he stared at the other box that was on the other table.

"So... I brought some typical English food and I'm assuming that you brought the Italian one!", Harry happily exclaimed and clapped his hands.

Harry took out of his brown box a little pack of his favourite crisps and handed them to Olivia.

"Cheese and onion? You sure?", she grimaced at the flavour as Harry rolled his green eyes.
"They're my favourite, so please don't hurt them.", he playfully punched her shoulder as she also took a pack of her favourite Italian crisps.

"Pure flavour, Harry.", Olivia looked at him with a small smirk, and fought against the urge of opening the bag of crisps and eating them all alone.

He rolled his eyes and they both opened the bag of crisps at the same time, and took one testing the flavour.

Both of their eyes widened and looked at each other, before exchanging the bag and eating the familiar crisp.

"I'll have to give the point to Italy.", Harry sadly murmured as Olivia jumped in victory.
"Same!", she exclaimed as Harry rolled his eyes.

"Next.", Harry exclaimed, taking another food out of his box.
This time it was something that had to remind them of their childhood and Harry chose his favourite chocolate milk, while Olivia opted for an Italian bread called focaccia.

"That seems fattening.", Harry pointed at the food in her hands.
"Well, it's good.", she fought back and placed on the plate in front of him, the delicious meal, while Harry handed her the small bottle of chocolate milk.

"I hate milk.", Olivia said while Harry was about to take a bite of the Italian bread.
He looked incredulously at her and took a deep breath.

"If you don't try that, then I'm also not eating.", Harry put the focaccia back on its plate and crossed his arms in protest as Olivia's eyes went wide.

"Hey that's not- what if I were allergic to milk, huh?"
"I know you're not so drink up. You're currently hurting me by not drinking what I used to love.", Harry looked away and Olivia placed a small kiss on his cheek and drank a bit of the liquid.

Harry's eyes opened and his lips formed a bright smile at the sight.
And as Olivia stopped drinking she gave him her opinion on the sweet milk that he used to drink.

"It's not that bad. My brother used to drink this all the time, of course not this one...", Olivia rambled gesticulating.
"I have to admit that this one is not too sweet. So I'd give it an eight out of ten.", Harry looked impressed at the vote.

"So... what's better, darling?", Olivia's skin was quickly covered with goosebumps at the nickname he gave her.
"The focaccia obviously. You can't expect your milk to be better than my childhood's favourite snack.", they both rolled their eyes.

"What about you?"
"My milk.", Harry shrugged and Olivia nodded.

"The last food we're going to try is a typical dessert from the country we are from.", said Olivia and Harry nodded, taking the only food that was left in the brown box.

"Figgy Pudding!", Harry exclaimed with a bright smile while taking the dessert out.
"I hate puddings.", Harry snorted and annoyingly answered:

"You hate everything Olivia-"
"I love the food I grew up with-"
"I don't care you'll eat this. I'm forcing you.", he carelessly said and crossed his arms.

"And what do you have?", he said sarcastically.
"I don't think that you deserve what I'm about to take out.", Olivia took out a huge tub of her favourite ice cream: a mix of pure italian chocolate and tasty vanilla.

Harry's mouth opened as he couldn't wait to take a little spoon and eat it.
Olivia regretted the decision she had made; she'd have to try the Figgy Pudding while Harry could happily enjoy some of her ice cream.

They put the food in front of each other; Harry happily moaned at the delicious taste of the ice cream, while Olivia tried to be brave for once in her life.

She tried it and expected much worse, since the appearance wasn't the best.
As she wanted to ask Harry how he was doing, he put the empty tub of ice cream in front of him and licked the rest off his spoon.

"Point to Italy. Italy wins. Bloody hell, this was the best ice cream I've ever had. We should do this more often-", Olivia stood up and left the room as harry continued to talk about his great experience with food.

"Olivia!", Harry noticed she went away.
"Your Figgy Pudding is there for you!", she shouted from the kitchen, as she took a tub of ice cream she'll finish all alone.

"You're so misunderstood. I still love you.", he kissed the plastic around the  sweet and happily finished it.

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Welcome to an another fun #Harry'sSaturday !

I loved writing his chapter, and I can't wait to introduce more like this in my book.

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1.) Did you like today's chapter?

2.) Is there anything you would've changed?

3.) Where are you from?

4.) If you had the chance to do this sort of challenge, what typical food would you bring?

5.) What's your favourite Italian dish?

5.a.) What's your favourite British dish?

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Published the 9th of February 2019.